Sarah lived in a quiet town, where times were getting tough, Working in a supermarket, but the hours weren’t enough. She felt the pinch, her wallet thin, each day was a fight, Counting every penny, holding on so tight. She worked day and night, just to make ends meet, Cutting down on dreams, living week by week. With a heart full of hope and tired feet, She never gave up, just to make ends meet. Bills kept piling higher, the pressure didn’t fade, Then came the house repair, more than she could’ve paid. She had to tighten her belt, though it hurt inside, But Sarah kept on going, with her head held high. She worked day and night, just to make ends meet, Cutting down on dreams, living week by week. With a heart full of hope and tired feet, She never gave up, just to make ends meet. She was strapped for cash, so took another job at night, Though it was hard, she knew things'd be allright. . Little by little, she turned things around, And found her way back, standing on solid ground. She worked day and night, just to make ends meet, Cutting down on dreams, living week by week. With a heart full of hope and tired feet, She never gave up, just to make ends meet. Now Sarah walks taller, with a story to tell, Of hard work and courage, through times that were hell. She made it through the struggle, with strength and belief, And she knows what it means, just to make ends meet.
